There is a mystical place from far beyond,
A realm where no and every man is known,
That’s the place where I used to be queen,
Until the Conqueror Of My Dreams entered the scene.
There was no bloodshed, no battle,
In the Kingdom of my Dreams,
Cause when he made my silent heart rattle,
I knew the war was lost before it even begin.
So I let him, I let him have the power,
He could even lock me in a dark, haunted tower,
As long as he will never forget to be there,
An eternal though that causes my heart to tear.
But I don’t believe he would throw me to the wolves cause I’ll let him,
The one who visits me every night when I go to sleep,
Where we can meet, in my kingdom that he conquered,
A safe haven for the two of us to try to keep.
So everyday when I get the chance,
I’ll go back to the place full of mysteries in between,
And I hope I can throw a just glance,
Or maybe meet the Conqueror Of My Dreams.
all things can be done through Christ - Phillipians 4:13
defying seemingly insurmountable odds
a self-destructive, long-time drug addict
revived from an overdose a few times
many people had mustard seed faith
in her chances of defeating her demons,
but by the grace of the Lord, she did.
despite towering mountains of obstacles,
she managed to make a full recovery
isn't this what resilience looks like?
mathematic is to make or break
a solution is to make or break
mathematic is a solution
mathematic is the answer to the solution
mathematic is the answer to make or break
the answer is the question to the solution
the answer is the question to the mathematic
the answer is the question to make or break
the answer is the heir
the heir is the conqueror to the question
the heir is the heir to the solution
the heir is the heir to make or break
the answer is to conquer the question
the conquer is to conquer the heir of the question
the conquer is to conquer the heir of the solution
the conqueror is the solution of the conqueror
the conqueror of the solution is the conqueror of the mathematic
power is a heir of power
a conqueror is a heir of power
power conquer power to a heir of power
power is to make or break
It begins in the neck
Then leads to the heart
Or maybe the reverse is true
It doesn't matter
Because it's the process
That makes it impossible to renew
Your neck is on the line
Yet it's the head that goes
Rolling down the track
That had it grow
Power, Power, Power
Men doth always seek power
No matter how it comes
Sacrifices must be made
New enemies forged
In the blood river that runs
...to death
Hmmm...in conquering that fear
One must become black breath
Willing to sever all ties
And pass through a million deaths
I see you sitting on the throne
In white halls and houses
Acting as king
Yet nothing of growth
Can be seen in your vines
That only the void brings
...to light
So sad to constantly die
And yet never lived
No experience of humanity
Can be seen in your sieve
No matter, no matter
The war is won
And your stiff neck is done
The power gained
Could never remain
Because there is nothing new under the son
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-09-2024
CANCER
It began as a swelling
Localized swelling
Painless at first
Then painful
Then came a period of recession
Oh!
What a sweet relief
Wellness reigns again
Then again the swelling
Only bigger now
Persistent
Bigger
And bigger
They say its cancer
And it has come to stay
No cure, they say
The cancer has metastasized
Through lymphatic vessels
To distant regions
Where it eventually
Commits apoptosis.
The conqueror
Has conquered itself
Relief for the conquered
Succour has come
Finally.
I smell the blood of an Englishman
fresh from the womb--- umbilical snip.
Ingloriously clad, illegitimate lad,
appointed for leadership.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
and, lo, his enemies are slain.
High on the saddle, mighty in battle,
as England's new king he would reign.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
the odor of bloat and remorse.
With moans and cries, no more he'd arise;
The clock is a powerful force.
I smell the blood of an Englishman;
William's vigor flows through my veins.
His blood is my own, line of the throne---
one of more than five million names.
6-30-23
Win
Victorious , Prosperous
Succeeding, Achieving ,Defeating
Triumph, Flourish...........Miss, Failure
Omitting , Mislaying , Declining
Fallacious , Erroneous
Lose
April 10/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Customers receiving, head aching
But toothily smiling, voice quaking;
Far into the night candles burning,
While he could feel his tummy churning…
Chains of enterprises he’s running,
Much energy burning, mind cunning…
At Eleven PM starts packing
But up keeps to ‘A’ Must’ no slacking;
Goods once spread now behind doors of wood:
A face sure tomorrow shall be good!
That’s Cohen for you: The Conqueror,
Never The Made To Make An Error;
Though side by side he’d stayed with terror,
Now glimpsing the normal, soon horror!
For reply bursting into laughter,
So that host saw not the new chapter
“For life I’ll remain in foreign land:
Back home profit will never be grand.”
Of course, all straights are bent
our rotary motion
the further back we travel in
space, the greater the arc
apparent
even our words are subject to gravity
inclined toward earth, absorbed
long before eternity
some mine for jewels
I uncover the promises kept
and unkept...lies and truths
compacted to indistinguishable
masses – buried
with the bones of those who spoke them
absent lips and breaths
but a disgruntled grave digger I am not
just an insatiable book-worm
regurgitating my volume of Poe
Forgive the beastliness
As born with, earth-sired;
Charges, unchallenged, thereaft
Conditioned, earth-mired.
Woman, soft eyed, soft voiced
Know this, pitieously
What each such, a man at heart
Seeks out, needily.
Against these advances
Appeals to soothe, tame
Resistless, have worship-dropped
Gods of warring fame!
You Must Have The Strength
A Divided World Awaits
Your Life Must Unite
Alexander Rise
Strap On Your Golden Armor
The World Shall Be Yours
A cuddled baby will eventually attempt to walk
A fragile seedling can sprouts through rocks
A brittle egg perched at tree tops is fearless of height
Knowing it will leave its nests on its very first flight
As a youth you at the crossroads of opportunities of life
Don’t allow your choice of the road become a strife
It is all about the belief in whatever route you decide
And courage to blow the horn and begin the ride
The growing trees are the ones that make the thicket
The blowing winds are the ones that precipitate
The flowing streams are the ones that head to the sea
The growing youths are the ones that live to be
Time is your ally to learn
Energy is your fuel to burn
Your dream is your value
Your youth is your virtue
Storms rage before you, waiting for a pacifier
Deserts thirst before you, waiting for an eco-warrior
Mysteries and puzzles wait for an interpreter
Castles stand before you waiting for a conqueror
The world is a mystery
As I ride through its many tribulations
I hold my head up and high
For Jesus has overcome for me
God chooses what I go through
How I go through it is my choice
No force can supersede the plan of God for me
Only I can torpedo His will in my life
He knows I am weak by myself
And so fortifies me with His Grace
Most sufficient for the race
Therefore, I am more than a conqueror
Every day I take control of my attitude
Cause my circumstances are way beyond me
I live minutely in His Grace
His plan for me will surely materialize
W-ith hope and firm faith,
I-t's the brave heart that achieves
N-othing but triumph.
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